Never (Never, #1)

by Jessa Hastings

His heart, they say, is wild, but in every version of any story I’ve ever been told about him, never did I hear that his heart was untamable.

Beauty is funny though, don’t you think? Because beautiful doesn’t necessarily always mean good, and just because something doesn’t make you happy doesn’t preclude it from being beautiful either.

“I’ll look after you, girl,” he tells me, his face quite serious, then he reaches for my hand. “Come away with me.” He pulls me towards the window, eyes bright like the stars that are calling us. “You’ll never have to worry about grown-up things again.” He floats backwards, pulling me up onto the edge of the windowsill, and I eye him carefully. “Never really is such an awfully long time…”

You might think I’m foolish for jumping out my window in the dead of night with a boy whose hair is as messy as his heart, but then, if you don’t understand the lure and pull of the boy in question, I’m terribly sorry to inform you, but you’ve never met Peter Pan.

“Fer what it’s worth.” He gives me a look that makes me turn to a puddle. “I fell a long time ago.”